*I read off Tolkien Gateway, Maedhros was left to hang for thirty years before Fingon rescued him
#26 Metal
Thirty long years passed since Maedhros was hung upon a pinnacle on Thangorodrim by just one hand. Thirty long, painful years. He was beginning to despair and wish to leave this cold world and flee to Mandos Halls in the hope he could find peace.
Just as he was about to give in to death, he saw from afar the mighty Eagle Thorondor carrying on his back his cousin Fingon. He dared to hope above all hope he was now going to be delivered from this prison. As his cousin came closer, he felt his heart leap. "Fingon, you came for me."
Fingon smiled as he drew his long dagger to cut him from the bonds which held him there. "Of course, I came, I would not leave you here to die."
Fingon proceeded to try and cut the shackle from his cousin's right hand, but try as he might he was unable to release him. "Fingon it is pointless, this shackle will not budge, Morgoth made it himself. Leave me before he takes you as well," Maedhros replied, feeling despair rush over him.
Fingon looked at his cousin whom he loved as a brother and tears welled up in his eyes as he heard him speak those words. "Never! I came to rescue you from here, and I will not leave without you. There is only one way to cut you free, do you trust me?"
As Fingon spoke these words, he knew what he meant. "I trust you, do it."
Fingon nodded, and Maedhros closed his eyes and held his breath as he prepared himself for what was to happen. Seconds later he felt the searing pain of metal cut into his right hand as Fingon started to cut it off him. He cried out in pain, but Fingon kept sawing. Moments later he felt himself fall as he was finally cut free.
Fingon held Maedhros in his arms tight as Thorondor flew them away to safety. "It is over now gwador," Fingon soothed as they made their way back.